11-11-2018, 03:18 AM
He used to think he would always hate the sound of the bell, that every time he heard the resonating clang that male would feel a fit of rage begin to wash over his skin. It was a sensation that usually fuels his anger, the fire in his belly, crackling against the flames until he felt himself lose control. Reason and logic would fail him in those moments, aggression overwhelm him. Although Bakugou still held the same rudeness in his tone, lack of interest in those around him, the sound of the bell gave him comfort more than anything. He liked the idea that there was now something for him to do and focus on, relax in the idea that was occupied. He felt far more tranquil doing something involving the border of The Typhoon than sitting around and waiting for things to happen. It led to less dramas because, as he has come to learn, politics and joiners weren't all too bad. At least scuffles at the border were temporary, often over and done with (unless it came to an enemy), compared to having a kerfuffle erupt within Barracuda Bay. Grudges held more impact when you lived around them.
The sight of a hellhound and her bird wasn't something that surprised or intimidated him. He has seen a number of pirates own pets, having once seen one of them own a saltwater crocodile. Hellhounds, on the other hand, he was familiar with them as if they were simply another breed of wolf considering the fact that he had met a number of time during his time. His sanguine eyes catch the swinging bell that was coming to a stop, little motions now before letting his gaze swim towards Luciferus and Cleo. They had already asked the necessities, flicking his ear as he pondered whether or not to simply stand there mute or speak up. Normally, Bakugou wouldn't say anything, simply adding towards the life The Typhoon seemed to radiate, participating as part of the backdrop. But it was hard to ignore a certain detail about the woman because it was not one he often saw in foreigners who stood around their railroad gait. "You sure look cheery to be here," he states, raising a figurative brow because he couldn't quite understand why. He was trying to think up possibilities. Maybe it was because she knew someone else was residing in The Typhoon, maybe it was because she had a resting smile. Regardless, he felt almost threatened by it.
The sight of a hellhound and her bird wasn't something that surprised or intimidated him. He has seen a number of pirates own pets, having once seen one of them own a saltwater crocodile. Hellhounds, on the other hand, he was familiar with them as if they were simply another breed of wolf considering the fact that he had met a number of time during his time. His sanguine eyes catch the swinging bell that was coming to a stop, little motions now before letting his gaze swim towards Luciferus and Cleo. They had already asked the necessities, flicking his ear as he pondered whether or not to simply stand there mute or speak up. Normally, Bakugou wouldn't say anything, simply adding towards the life The Typhoon seemed to radiate, participating as part of the backdrop. But it was hard to ignore a certain detail about the woman because it was not one he often saw in foreigners who stood around their railroad gait. "You sure look cheery to be here," he states, raising a figurative brow because he couldn't quite understand why. He was trying to think up possibilities. Maybe it was because she knew someone else was residing in The Typhoon, maybe it was because she had a resting smile. Regardless, he felt almost threatened by it.